Sweetest Sin: Bad Boy Bundle (7 page)

"This place is beautiful," I breathed. Nate flopped down on the couch and I took that as an invitation to do the same.

"It's OK. You get used to it after a while. But I'm glad you like it," he said, "Look, we're still kind of wet from the sea. Why don't we get cleaned up? I'll use the shower upstairs and you can shower downstairs. No funny business, OK?"

I nodded.

"No funny business, deal."

Nate was a perfect gentleman, bringing me towels and explaining how to use the shower while I tried not to make a big deal at how incredible his bathroom was. I had never seen so much white and turquoise marble in one room.

"So, you good to go?" he asked and I nodded eagerly.

"Yup, thanks."

He left me alone then and I couldn't help but feel slightly disappointment. Wasn't he supposed to be attracted to me? I thought he might make a bigger deal out of the showering alone thing. The biggest question of all was why on earth was I so unhappy.

I turned on the shower and stepped in, enjoying the sensation of the warm water on my body. Of course, he had fantastic water pressure too. His entire place was perfect.

Suddenly, I heard the door creak open. My body immediately shivered with anticipation. I pushed the shower curtain aside, not bothering to keep my body covered. I wanted him to see me.

"The upstairs shower is broken," he said, without missing a beat, "Would you mind if I joined you?"

"No, I don't mind," I said, before I had time to over think. Nate pulled off his shirt to reveal his defined chest and stomach muscles. His pants soon followed and he stepped in to the shower with me.

He pinned me against the wall and kissed me so hard that I could feel my knees going weak. I had forgotten how amazing it felt to have him kiss me. I hated myself for being so easily aroused by him, so I pushed him off of me.

"This is wrong. You know it is," I said. I looked at me so intently that my knees felt even weaker. They might give out from under me if he kept being that sexy and intense.

"I don't know anything. All I know is that I want you," he said. That was it. I couldn't resist any more. He took me back into his arms and kissed me some more. His mouth trailed kisses down the side of my neck and back to my lips so gently that I couldn't help but moan at every brief bit of contact. Nate was an incredible kisser.

He stopped kissing me all of a sudden and I saw him reach up for the shower head and slowly detach it.

"What's that for?" I asked. He shot me his trademark smirk.

"I just wanna try something."

Nate pushed my thighs apart so that my pussy was open and ready for him to play with. Without warning, he placed the shower head between my thighs so that the water was hitting against me. It felt amazing, the perfect pressure hitting against my most sensitive spots. I cried out at this new pleasure but Nate was soon kissing me again, causing my voice to be muffled. It wasn't long before I could feel my orgasm fast approaching.

"Cum for me baby," whispered Nate, "I want you to cum for me."

I did just that. A massive wave of pleasure overtook my body and I screamed at the sensation. It flowed through my body in waves and I stood there, shaking and moaning until it finally subsided. "Fuck," I said. Nate looked pleased with himself.

"Your turn."

I got on my knees and grabbed his hard cock in my hand. He had such a beautiful cock, I couldn't help but take it straight into my mouth. He moaned at the sensation, obviously appreciating my skilled mouth and tongue. I jacked him off as I sucked him, wanting to increase his pleasure.

Seemingly, this worked as he began to thrust harder and faster into my mouth.

"Wait," he said, "Wait, I don't want to cum yet. I'm gonna fuck you first."

I didn't argue.

To my surprise, Nate picked me up with great ease and pressed me against the cool marble of the shower wall. I squealed and wrapped my arms tight around his neck.

"Don't drop me!" I said. He chuckled and kissed my neck.

"I won't," he promised, "You can trust me."

I wanted to argue but his muscles were so big and developed that I had no doubt that they could withstand my small frame. I felt Nate's hard cock pressing against my entrance. To be so close without having it inside me was absolute torture. I couldn't wait.

He kissed me, hard on the lips and kissed him back for a moment before pulling away and pleading with him.

"Please fuck me," I begged, "Please."

Nate gave a smug smile, obviously enjoying my desperation. I thought he might draw out the teasing a little bit longer, just to torture me. He seemed to like it when I got flustered. However, Nate was merciful and pushed his shaft into me within a few second. I cried out the sensation. It was big and thick but I had forgotten just how in incredible it felt inside me. Before he even began to move I could feel my pussy tightening around his cock in pleasure.

I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist so that I could pull him in closer to me. Nate's eyes widened as I did this and his grip on me tightened.

"Fuck, you're tight," he whispered, as he began to move inside me. Words had escaped me. All I could do was cry out at the sensation of his cock moving inside me. He was gentle at first, keeping his movements slow and steady. Every time he moved he kissed me and I felt my body giving in to the pleasure.

"Harder," I urged him, whispering into his ear.

"Not yet," he said, laughing smugly. "Let's go to my room."

I groaned as Nate pulled out of me placed my back on my feet once again. He was doing this on purpose of course. Drawing out my desperate arousal so he could enjoy it for longer. I watched him get out of the shower and grab a towel. He dried himself off so casually, as if he didn't even notice his own raging erection. I had no idea how someone could be so in control of themselves. I sure wasn't.

Nate looked at me as I stayed where I was, dripping wet from the shower and shivering.

"Come here, Ruby," he said and I got hopeful. I thought he might give me the fucking that I needed right there on the bathroom floor, but he didn't. Instead, he grabbed another fluffy towel and began to dry me off.

"We don't want you catching a cold now, do we?"

He rubbed the soft white towel all over my body, going especially slowly when he got to my breasts and my ass. I couldn't help but whimper at the teasing.

"You're so mean," I sighed and he laughed again. That was it. I had to show him that he couldn't play with me like this. I was a strong, independent woman. I needed to take control of the situation. I grabbed Nate's cock and began to stroke it before he knew what I was doing. His lips parted in surprise, and then in pleasure. His cock was still nice and wet from the shower and being inside me so my hand moved up and down easily. He leaned back against the bathroom sink as I played with him and swore under his breath.

"Fuck Ruby, you're good at that," he said. It was true, I always had been. Something about having a man's pulsing arousal in my hand, being in control of his pleasure had always turned me on. Now it was my turn to tease.

I pressed myself against him as I played with his cock, keeping my lips inches from his. My pace quickened and I could feel that he was getting closer and closer to his climax. He kept letting out deep, breathy moans that turned me on more than anything. But it wasn't time for that yet. In fact, I didn't plan for it to be that time for a long while.

Just as I could feel Nate reaching the point of no return I stopped and let go of his big hard cock. He groaned in frustration and a look of disbelief fell upon his handsome features. It was obvious from the look on his face that I was in trouble now.

"So you're being a tease now, huh?" he said. I nodded giddily, trying to stifle my giggles. It was nice to see that I'd had such a profound effect on such a powerful man. It made me feel like I was powerful too.

"Well, we'll have to do something about that, won't we?"

Before I could so much as nod, Nate had thrown me over his shoulder and walked out the door with me. I cried out at being so far from the ground but he ignored me and brought me upstairs, ignoring my playful kicking and screaming. He only let me go when we entered his bedroom and he threw me down on the bed.

I looked around me. The room was as magnificent as the rest of his house, though it was a little bit more cluttered and lived in looking. He had a four poster bed that matched the elegant monochrome color scheme and a bedside table overloaded with books, a few packs of cigarettes and some motorcycle magazines. I tried to ignore the tube of lipstick that I could see on the floor. One of Nate's other conquests must have left it there on her last visit. I hated myself for feeling so jealous. I looked up at Nate, who was standing above me with his hard cock in his hand.

"Your room is really nice," I said. Nate joined me on the bed and got on top of me, pinning my hands above my head.

"Your pussy is really nice," he said. Then he was inside me again and I couldn't say anything else.

He began to fuck me again, but this time he wasn't slow or gentle. He moved quickly and roughly, every thrust slamming deep inside me. The delicious mixture of pleasure and pain was something that I had never experienced before, but I soon found that I greatly enjoyed it. He continued to fuck me, all the while kissing and biting my nipples in a way that drove me wild. Because he had me pinned down by my wrists all I could do was lay there and take it, though I desperately wanted to reach out and touch him.

It wasn't long before my arousal began to build again. With each thrust, another shock of pleasure was sent directly to my core. I knew I wouldn't last much long but I tried my best to prolong my pleasure for as long as I could.

"Cum for me baby," said Nate, seeing how hard I was biting down on my bottom lip, "I want to see you cum again."

I didn't have a choice. He gave another two thrusts and that was it. I couldn't hold on any longer. A wave of pleasure shot through my body as my every muscle seemed to convulse with bliss. I heard how loud my cries had gotten but I couldn't seem to silence them. I decided not to fight my arousal anymore and simply allowed the pleasure to settle after what seemed like an eternity.

Nate looked down at me with a smile on his face, obviously pleased to see me cum so hard once again. After pausing to watch me orgasm he resumed fucking me the way he had been doing. My pussy was now so sensitive that every movement seemed to be amplified, every little bit of pleasure seemed to be tripled.

Nate soon followed me to his climax. He gave a hard thrust before biting down hard on my nipple and filling me up with his warm seed. When he was finished he pulled out and lay down beside me, the two of us panting in silence for a long time.

Nate

It didn't take long for Ruby to freak out again. In fact, she didn't even let me have a power nap before she did. Fucking like that can take a lot out of you so I was already being tired when she suddenly started yelling.

"This is wrong," she said, sitting up and looking at me like I was a monster and not a guy who had just spent the last two hours pleasuring her, "Oh god, this is so wrong. We were supposed to be platonic."

I sighed, ready for the incoming freak out. I wondered if Ruby was also the kind of girl who eats a slice of cake and worries about it all day, or drinks a glass of wine on a weeknight and thinks she's an alcoholic. It was beginning to seem that way to me now.

"What's wrong, Ruby?" I said, trying to keep the boredom from my voice. This was getting tedious now. She looked at me like I was an idiot.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? I'll tell you what's wrong!" she said, "We're related! This is not right. We're cousins!"

I rolled my eyes at her. She was still yapping on about that? Firstly, we weren't related by blood. We shared no common ancestors, no common siblings, and no common parents. Her mom and my step mom just happened to be sisters. Yeah, Sharon had always been the closest thing I had had to a mother growing up, but that was just what she was -the closest thing. Not a real mother. So we weren't related. It wasn't like we had even grown up together, given the fact that my step mother and her real mother couldn't be in a room together for more than ten minutes without a fight breaking out. We were about as related to each other as to most people we passed in the street. It was no big deal.